Lyrics 4am in Broward - Baby Smoove

(Mmh)
(-I got eighty thousand buss on my neck right now)
(Nigga, this ain't even a thang, you hear me?)
(I'm richer than a bitch)

Uh, I'm still beating up the road, just tryna duck the feds
I'm off 30s and some drank, can't cope without my meds
Two hundred on my top, I'm matching what's on top his head
Want me to flop, if rap don't work, I'm flying in with bags
Know this shit get lethal
I popped too much 30s in one day, I cant even feel my pupils
You should see the way I treat that TRS, like Buick Regal
Tryna quite the drank, but I just cant stop pouring it by the litre
They ain't pass it, why?
Ion give no fucks, I take the ball and break the rim
They gon' have to watch me fly
I just cant deny, uh
Your bitch so bad, that ass so fat
I buss her neck then pass her to my guys
Ballin like the Lakers, Imma be the greatest, uh
Keep on cooking chicken, see how far it takes us
Uh, dont park in front the trap, aint tryna wake my neighbours
You aint talking Guapanese, then I dont speak your language

It's a wide body kit, I'm in two lanes, but not on purpose
I woke up and spent Two-fifty on my neck and it was worth it
Pay her bills, buy her flowers, shit, I don't just buy her purses
Niggas broke and still don't go to work, I swear these niggas worthless
Shi, right now I'm all in Rick
She like my car, she like my fit
All she gotta do is irritate me once and she gon' dip
Just look at her like a hoe, stop stressin' bout that bitch
Look like I hit the lotto with all these diamonds on my wrist
Got my cup and got my blunt
That bitch too boring, she ain't fun
Shi, right now I'm in a Urus with like eight pints in the trunk
Might put this bitch inside my stash, I swear, she my favourite one
I'm in the hood, I might just park on the grass just so they know it's us
I got bitches across the world, they want diamonds, they want pearls
She gon fly across the nations just to give some lil dirt (Yeah)
You know my heart be rose gold, you know my kit be rather cold
I know niggas broke as hell, you couldn't really afford the mould
I'm in Miami, me and Shimmy pouring drank avoiding Diddy
I got eighty on my wrist, this ain't my watch, it's a lil tennis (Yeah)
This Maybach is rather wide, she want me safer, I'm that guy
I'm in Florida with my 'buss-it' baby, treat me like I'm Plys (Yeah)